DAYS 10-12 (9/19-21)
Day 10
Our second day in the pool with the dogs…pretty much the same as the first day. They both love that pool so much, as the second you take off their collars, they are rarin’ to go. Once again, I wore out before they did.
Day 11
We haven’t been very active. Pete does take Daisy out for walks around the neighborhood. They are very quick walks, but Pete explains that Daisy is a very fast walker. Other than that we watched the Bengals win their game and the Reds…..not so much!!!!
Day 12
So, the master bedroom we are sleeping in has a full-size sliding glass door that opens out to the pool deck. Daisy and Kaylee have doggie doors that let them out to the pool deck and then out to the yard so that have free access to do their business as needed.
This AM, as I got out of bed I go to open the blinds on the sliding glass door, and there sits Daisy, looking in at me and whining. I just started laughing. Everywhere I go, she is there….waiting and whining.
Had lunch with my friend Rik McNeill, the person I call my brother by another mother. I met Rik in 8th grade when his family moved to Pinellas Park and he started at Pinellas Park Jr High. His family also began attending the same church we attended.
We’ve had so many adventures together. I visited him at Auburn University when he started college there. Then I visited him at the second university (can’t remember the name, but it was in NY state.)
Our most famous adventure was when he was working a summer in northern Ohio at a church where our former pastor was now the pastor. He met me at the interstate intersection where I needed to get off. I was supposed to follow him to Rev. Ross’s home. He took off like a bullet and I had to keep up or get lost (this was long before cell phones and Google Maps). We both got pulled over by a cop for speeding and because he was out of state and I was out of county we were taken to the police station. Neither of us had the money to pay a fine immediately, so in order to get released we had to call Rev. Ross (how awful) and he came down and bailed us out.
The next day being Sunday we had to sit in the front pew of the church as Rev. Ross told our story to his congregation. I wanted so badly to find a hole to drown in.
Anyway, we’ve been dear friends for many years and our visit on Monday was great. He lives in Gainesville and was on his way to St. Pete to visit grandchildren and then head out the next morning from Tampa Airport for NYC. It was so good to see him.



